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Love for Lunatic!

She was on the brink of mountain. She put out her one leg . Her eyes was looking through the mist.                                             
Suddenly Vishal clutched her from behind. 
Are you mad? What the hell you think of yourself.
I want to die Vishal.
He slapped her tightly. And started walking without taking her hand. 
She sat there looked through the mist. 
Meaningless mad Words were coming out of her mouth --- u said .. u loved me.. u love me.. u hate me.. i hate myself.. but i love myself too...i love u too... i dont know wat is love.. but i thought it was love.. i am afraid.. i m lost.. y it happens.. y we have to live.. y cant we die... y we want to die... see the evening... see the clouds.. they r .. they r .. so lovely... so happy... i want to become a cloud...
She didn't know when Vishal came and put his arms around her. He gently kissed her forehead and rested her head on his chest. Misha cried passionately as soon as she got the warmth of his body. He was crying too somewhere silently. She sobbed n said something.. Vishaal could only hear ... y do u bear wd me.. I m lunatic leave me.. leave me.. leave mee.. lemme lemme die... 
hush! .. Vishaal patted her back. Whispered in her ears - Love you.. ! I love you Mish.. I love you..
The whole valley was echoed - with the soft gentle sound of Vishal... with the sacred word - Love..!!!
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Pankaj Upadhyay (पंकज उपाध्याय) said…
was that lunatic? obviously not..btw would love to see more posts under this tag.. Hope this is a rejuvenation of Jeanie
March 25, 2010 at 3:44 PM
@ngel ~ said…
Jeanie is back. Didn't u know?
I think I can not live without her .... I myself have fallen in love with her... :)
... And obviously this is lunatic... And yeah I too hope I am gonna evoke some incidents and visions in the form of stories... :)
March 26, 2010 at 1:32 AM
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